#Ribo

[nomstellations]

A Feast fit for a Glutton

hi! here's that self indulgent ass vore fic i wrote in a moment of strong thirst. 1.5k words, contains male pred/female prey, quarter size vore, pokevore, stuffing, some suggestive bits (mostly just moaning) and mentions of digestion (it happens to the food rather than the prey). the characters here are both my ocs and are in a relationship (sorta), and of course the pokemon depicted are gijinkas!

The table was set. 

Delicious food ranging from tender steaks, to lamb chops, to crab legs and other seafood with a wide array of sides and snacks covered the table completely. This was…probably not even enough to satisfy him completely, but it was the best she could do with what was available. She had a feeling he'd be having a little extra dessert afterwards, but…this was a reward for a battle well-fought. He did the best, and her team was always made to feel special for doing so.

Celeste didn't have to wait long- the smell of food always attracted the Reuniclus, who floated right into the dining room with a lazy, hungry smile on his face. "Woah-ho-ho~! A whole feast for me, Lessie? I think I just died n' went to heaven, heh heh~"  Celeste just smiled, watching as her childhood friend eyed the bountiful feast before him. "You know the way it works, Ribo! You perform well, you eat well! Whatever you want, you can have." A sly smile spreads upon his face. "Whatever I want, eh…? Oh, I've got myself a greeeaaat idea, heheh…" 

In a literal flash, Celeste found herself standing near the table's leg. He's gotten a lot snappier about using Minimize- and his telekinesis gently lifted his small trainer up to his smug face. "As much as I'd love to claim my prize now…I can't let this food go to waste! You can have the best seat in the house while I feast, how's about that lil' Lessie?" She sighs, rolling her eyes. She figured he'd want to devour her too, but this was his victory meal… "Alright Ribo, whatever. You're letting all the things I made get cold!"

Making a satisfied hum, the Reuniclus cradles his trainer in his squishy jellylike hands as he settles himself into a chair situated in front of all the food, letting her rest in his lap right in front of his stomach. It was audible how hungry he was, it growled and whined pathetically as if he hadn't eaten all day. That was quick to change- Ribo wasted no time in digging into his feast, and the quiet of the room was overtaken by the sounds of his gorging. Being where she is it was easy to hear- the smacking of his lips, every gulp and swallow he took, and the gurgling of his stomach as it started to fill with food. He really knew how to pack it away…

Celeste's mind wandered as he ate. She was going to be part of that at some point- she had no idea how he could fit that much food into him and still have room for a person, but Ribo had always been a big eater for as long as she’s known him. He somehow managed to stay rail-thin despite his constant gorging…maybe psychic types had particularly strong digestive systems to keep up with their energy demands. She wasn’t particularly worried about being eaten either, despite the risks that came with being eaten alive. He’s done it before and while it got her clothes dirty, she was ultimately unharmed. He claimed he could only feel full once he had swallowed her, but she had the feeling he had just developed a taste for his trainer at some point…

Speaking of that…a rumble rippled its way across her back. His stomach was full enough to press against her already? She hadn’t zoned out for long, but when Celeste turned she was greeted with his rounded gut starting to peek out from beneath his shirt. The sounds of digestion were audible, his stomach busily burbled and gurgled as it worked at his meal. Ribo leaned back as he started to chug a bottle of soda, and Celeste could just barely hear it fizzing as it collected inside his stomach. He belched as the bottle was emptied, and his stomach bubbled with carbonation. She opted to work her little hands into his stomach, kneading out a few extra belches and satisfied hums and moans from her pokemon. She won’t have to worry about too many belches squeezing her now…she turned around and let herself rest against his belly again, with the sounds of digestion overtaking her thoughts. But now that she thinks about it, he's been awful quiet after that…

Ribo's hand came suddenly, scooping her up in one smooth movement and holding her up in front of his face. He slowly licked his lips, smiling as he cast his hungry gaze on her. “Heeeey~ Guess who's got room for dessert? And guess who's lookin’ like dessert…”Celeste took this opportunity to look back at the table, seeing that he somehow managed to pack away most of that feast she made. “Ribo, I just don't know how your stomach does it. That was enough food for four people!” Her companion beamed proudly, with his stomach echoing the sentiment with a loud grumble. “That's a trade secret, eheheh! Say, why don't you ask it in person? But…mm…you could be bigger…”

He set her down again, right on top of his belly as his eyes glowed. Her size shifted once more, only growing large enough to just barely wrap her arms around his stuffed gut. “Mm~ Much better, wouldn't ya say Lessie? Dessert's got to be the cherry on top after all!” Both of his hands came to lift her up, positioning her above his head with her looking down at him. “Come on, Ribo…it's not like you to draw out mealtime.”“Oh?” One of his slimy horns twitched. “You're making it sound like you want to be inside, heheh~ Your wish is my command, my lady~”

His tone was playful and teasing, Celeste couldn't help but flush at his callout. Ribo’s maw opened wide beneath her, his tongue wiggling playfully as he began to lower her inside. His tongue traveled up her legs; a pleased hum vibrated around them as his mouth closed. The tasting continued for a moment before he suddenly swallowed, pulling her lower half and most of her torso into his mouth and down his throat. She kept still for now- he mostly loved a struggle once she was entirely sealed inside. He was really taking his time, holding her there for a minute or two before opening up to swallow again. His trainer sunk deeper into him, with her head being the last thing left to swallow. Faintly, she can feel fingers press against her from outside…and with a final, deep gulp, she was pulled down his gullet. The slide down was slow- he didn't bother with actively swallowing anymore, instead opting to let peristalsis do all the work. Gently, Celeste was pulled down past his excitedly thumping heart, and she could hear his busy stomach beginning to approach.

It felt like forever, but she was finally pushed into Ribo's gut. It was mostly full of half-digested gunk, though there were definitely whole chunks of food he gulped down in here. There wasn't a lot of room to start with, and the chyme reached her chest, but she pushed and squirmed around in an effort to settle in. The contents of his stomach sloshed around with her movements, grumbling and burbling noisily as its meal got comfortable. “Oooh~ aah, mmgh…Lessie…” He moaned in stuffed bliss, hands already pressing against his stomach to knead and massage it. “You fill me so good…~”

Someone sounded happy. Good, that was the point of all this. A belch suddenly rippled out of him, causing his churning stomach to close in tight for a moment. The walls relented only slightly, pushing against her as it worked on processing all of this food. Celeste reached out, pressing her hands into the folds of his gut to help it along. “Ohh, perfect.…good girl, that's the spot…” The Reuniclus reclined there for a short while, resting his hands on his stomach and just enjoying the feeling of being full. Any outsiders could clearly tell by his large round stomach and the loud sounds of digestion that he had a large meal to sleep off, and the gentle movement and bumps from inside meant it was particularly lively…but to her surprise, she could feel movement after a while of thinking he had fallen asleep.

“Mmh, so sleepy…let's go enjoy you somewhere more private, hm?”

He stood up, his gut sloshing and rocking as he moved. Celeste's world rocked around her, but the steady rhythm of the stomach walls shifting and compressing didn't let up an inch. Ribo moved slowly though the movement stirred up a couple belches; his destination was a hammock set outside in the sun. He carefully settled inside, unbuttoning his pants to let his gut expand as he laid down. The extra room wasn't much for his dinner guest when she was sharing space with a pool of half-digested food, but her new resting position wasn't bad. 

The sunlight against his stomach helped stir up digestion even more, making his belly warm and active. On the outside he slowly rubbed and kneaded his stomach, swaying in the hammock. The heat and movement was relaxing, and she knew she'd be released eventually…slipping into a food coma with her lifelong companion wasn't a bad idea.

[gamat3000]

[divinelasso]

Ribo is finally here!!! Cell's battle hungry "daughter" who came to me in a dream. She was kind of a Bonyu situation, i can't remember which game she debuted in in my dream but she was like a training character that you could learn new moves from but you met with her in the Capsule Corp main building instead of her being a hologram recording.

The name she had in my dream had "Kura" in it, which was all I could remember from it when I woke up and wrote it in my notes. Coincidentally, when i looked it up, kura can mean "dream" "illusion" or "fleeting" (as in a dream) which was so wild to me i decided to keep it as a part of her which is where "Kura Project" comes from :)

[jonghoyah]

Ah yes my favourite brand of Jongho: the appreciate my god tier vocals or I will murder you stare 🥹

Ateez in Copenhagen (04/03/2023)

[riboindustries]

Steam headers ensure efficient steam distribution and regulation in boiler systems, manufactured with precision by RIBO for reliable performance.

[notyoujamie]

[amysstarlesslife]

romana being like fresh out of the academy & the doctor being 659 in the ribos operation is so funny to me like . imagine you're in your sixties . maybe older . and you have to do a job . and for that job they assign someone to babysit you except the person they assign is an eighteen year old who thinks tou're so lame . you keep trying to impress her . it does not work .

[miggiesmain]

Oh my god I didn’t think being back here would be so much fun 🥺 atinyyy I love you all so much let’s be friends and have some pretty Hwa ✨

[roughribo]

My baby and I fantasize about doing harder impact play. She’ll ask me if I can cover her body in welts and bruises. However, once we start and her skin is getting red / warm, she’s usually close to tears and it’s really difficult for her; I’ve had to “yellow” or “red” for us a couple times, esp when I can see she wants to keep going for me but is struggling to handle it.

Shortly after a scene, any signs of it fade quickly, and she gets really down on herself that she’s “such a pussy” because she can’t handle anything extreme enough to leave more lasting marks. I remind her not to compare; she talks about “all the photos on tumblr” and I’m concerned she feels like a failure because she expects more of herself.

I’m not upset or disappointed in her in the slightest; she tries so hard for me and I’m always super proud of her efforts. I just want to help her see that, too. Any advice?

Trust me, I feel you on that. I've dealt with that situation before and it can be a doozy. It's a struggle and not only are everyone's bodies different in how easily they bruise, but everyone feels pain differently. Bear with me here as I try to cover as much as I know about this. I think if you're reaching out for advice, that's already a really good sign that you are trying to be there for her when she's feeling vulnerable. Just keep reminding her of the obvious in a gentle reassuring way when it comes up: that you're not disappointed at all and you're very proud of her.

Comparison can really be the thief of joy sometimes. Some things to remember about a lot of these images of bruises/marks that you can tell her:

They're almost always color corrected to make the marks stand out more because if you've ever tried photographing marks/bruises (especially when still red/pink) you'll see how the camera struggles to capture the difference in between red skin and nude skin because it's all shades of red to a camera (am assuming they're light-skinned here, correct me if I'm wrong).

They're usually photos that are taken immediately after the session, what you don't see are the photos 2 hours afterwards when the bruises/welts are what's left and everything has faded some. Those look incredibly tame.

These are the most popular 1% of 1% of photos of such marks that circulate on tumblr simply because the marks are very visible to begin with. They are not realistic to achieve with every impact play session.

If she responds well to praise, giving words of affirmation and reassurance while pressing on where you hit her may help the overall reinforcement of how proud of her you are and what she took for you, but that's dependent on the submissive, you know her better than I do.

There are also certain positions and implements that are more conducive to bruising, like being bent at the waist can make the blood vessels that form bruising more susceptible to breakage, which may be something to try. Have her stand up and bend over something like a counter or desk while you spank her and see what results you get.

Be sure to check the quality of the implement too, I had some friends that had a similar issue once and it turned out they were buying these lightweight spanking implements off of amazon. Once I got them to change over to using some heavier implements they actually got the results they were looking for.

Weight, shape, and wieldability of an implement are so important. Shape determines the type of mark: (narrower implement leaves cuts and welts, wider leaves bruising), weight determines the severity of the mark and how easily the receiver will bruise (the heavier and more dense the implement the more intense the mark left behind), and wieldability determines how consistently you can create the same result over and over (stiffer implements like canes, bats, and paddles generally are more easier to wield while thing like floggers require some practice and whips... whips take more practice to do right than most people would like to admit).

I hope somewhere in there is some advice that's helpful for your situation. Other mutuals please respond if you have advice for anon, think I left something out, or have experienced this yourself and what helped you. The more advice the merrier.

[bombuni]

unfortunately i am crazy and have an entire sims family with me and jongho

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

Anything Goes December

Dr. Who ("The Ribos Operation") / Mary Tamm as Romana (Romandvoratrelundar)

This is a very "wintry" episode, taking place on a snow-covered planet, and Romana looks both stylish and warm in her ostrich-feather-trimmed white cloak. It has capacious inner pockets, a hood, and slits for her arms. We catch just a glimpse of silver shoes as well.

The gown underneath looks like something Princess Leia might wear, which may not be a coincidence. This episode originally aired in September 1978, or about a year after the first Star Wars movie was in theaters.

[firstofficerkittycat]

completely forgot i made this lmoa

[gamat3000]

[applejongho]

this is sending me

[sarahwatchesthings]

[devilofwinterborne]

Romana I -> The Ribos Operation